Morgan POV
So we're still in the room but the manager is standing here looking around. I sit on the flipped over bed when something grabs my ankle. I jump and look under to see Nicole.
"Hi." I say smiling.
"Hi? Get me some clothes!" she says. I smile and shake my head.
"Nah, you can just lay there." I say making her frown. "What do you need clothes for?"
"What do I nee....get me some fucking clothes!" she says. I laugh and shake my head. "Morgan!"
"What is it Nicole?" I ask.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" she says.
Okay, alright. Here." I hand her a bed sheet and she climbs out from under the bed., Than the manager turns and frowns.
"Umm....were you under the bed?" he asks.
"Yes." Nicole says slowly.
"And what were you doing?" he asks.
"Sir, you must understand that we're a very close family." I say. He gives me a look and nods. "Can we have another room?"
"Of course and I'll take all costs." he says smiling. "Show them the Double Couple Room." I look at Nicole who smiles. We're taken to the elevator, up to the top floor and to a room. They open the door and its amazing. Two huge fucking beds, hot tub, kitchen, gigantic flat screen, 10 times bigger than the other, everything. "Hope you enjoy the room" they close the door behind us.
"Well than." I say. Nicole glares at me and walks by. "What?"
"Oh Morgan, what do you need clothes for?" she asks.
"Well, its true." I say smiling.
"Oh, really?" she asks.
"Yeah, really." I say. She nods and lets the sheet drop to the floor.
"Like this?" she asks. Son't worry, even with 40 we still look really sexy. Its the wolf thing.
"Yeah." I say walking by. She nods and walks to the bathroom with Attila following.
"Wow, I really don't wanna know." Jax says sitting down. "What happened anyway?"
"The room service guy looked like Brelven and she lost her shit." I say. "She still has some troubles but you know."
"You know what? I'm mean, you not really that healthy right now either." he says.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nightmares, killing innocent people." he says.
"Its none of your buisness what I do." I say. "And I'm not looking for a fight."
"Neither am I." he says.
"Okay than, leave it." I say walking to the kitchen. Maybe he's right and I do have a problem. But I'll solve it myself, I don't need help.
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I know short and I'm busy!!!!!!
Nikki :(
